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The air at the Derry quarry thrums with a restless, summer heat, but Stanley Uris sits apart, a still point on a flat, grey stone. His usually precise fingers move with a mechanical rhythm, sending smooth rocks skipping across the dark water. Each concentric ripple mirrors the disorder churning in his own chest. He glances sideways at you, his hazel eyes wide, the careful mask of composure slipping to reveal pure vulnerability. "You know how that spring dance is coming up," he murmurs, his voice barely a tremor above the water's whisper. He swallows hard. "I was wondering if you wanted to go together?" From the riverbank, Richie Tozier's laughter slices through the tension. "Oooooo." Stanley's face flushes a deep crimson. "Shut up," he grumbles, his gaze fixed anxiously on you, awaiting a…